...I am wrecked. My prayer life has not been the same since. I had a physical touch from the Lord.... He had a great time messing with my categories. Bless your heart- what a wonderful woman of God you are. You certainly win the TRUTH IN ADVERTISING award. I did indeed come away with all that was promised and then some.
At the evening service we invited our Native American sisters to open the service and Rita lead them in a call to the winds of God to come from the North, South, East and West. As the power of the heart beat of God drummed out on all of the 1,000 women gathered, He began to set them free from their hurts, past, fear of man.
Bertie prayed for the sick and God performed a miracle! Check out Ryan's testimony.
The second painting declares the fruit, so to speak, of the first painting. His head and His victor's crown are in the crown of the statue. He is our Head filling us all in all... our light and our salvation... our glory and the lifter of our head. The Statue of Liberty has a crown of seven points to represent the The Spirit of the LORD shall rest upon Him, The Spirit of wisdom and understanding, The Spirit of counsel and might, The Spirit of knowledge and of the fear of the Lord. Isaiah 11:2
October 2015 saw Jason struck ill and bedbound for several months, and need to be medevacked out of Cambodia to the UK for urgent hospital tests. The doctors found bronchial pneumonia and suspected he had contracted dengue fever; he has been told that he has post viral fatigue syndrome by the hospital consultant.
Death and life are in the power of the tongue, and those who love it will eat its fruit. Proverbs 18:21 In other words, what comes out of our mouth can either encourage and bless or cut down and destroy. As believers we often forget that although Jesus gave Himself to die for our sins accused of things He never did, Jesus did not justify or defend Himself. Why is it so important for us to be right when the one who was most “right” just took it on the chin?
When we got back from visiting my daughter, Hannah, in Arizona there was a huge box waiting to be opened. Mom and I had ordered a new flashy walker which converts to a transport chair. When I opened the box and peered inside to see the shiny new item, I was disappointed but not terribly surprised that it was all in pieces. Not exactly what I expected, technically what I was promised but something that I would have to work through.
Pink plastic walls contain the relics of primitive etchings from some lost soul. Each stall displaying handiwork quickly drawn in the quiet and hidden solace of the girl’s bathroom. The verbiage is nothing to be repeated and tragically shouldn’t be something used by anyone and yet here it is. Bold scratchings of anger, trauma, frustration, sadness and written clandestinely away.
Our Father God is so madly in love with us that He sent His only Son to die for us and take on all our sins to ultimately eradicate sin from the earth and allow us to live as He always intended with Him, in Paradise, living in the ultimate bathing and warmth of His love for all eternity. He did not do this on a whim, He did it because He loves us so deeply.
Bertie and I were blessed to be interviewed by Joshua and Chelsea Shaw for their documentary. Please watch to see what God is doing in the city and be encouraged.
Hunger is how it all got started. We were all different but the same; women who had a long history with Jesus and new believers, young with young families and older with grandkids, all shapes and sizes. Together in a church that believed in the Holy Spirit, speaking in tongues, healing and all the good stuff. It was a denomination founded by a woman but had slipped into some backward ideas that women were best at childcare, bible studies and tea parties. There was a rumbling in our spirits, a knowing that just doing stuff in church was no longer good enough.
She stuck her head around the corner and peeked into the office, “Mrs. Owens’ I need to talk to you.” I knew without looking up that this child just needed to touch base. The issue would not be anything more than someone said something that she, more than likely, took the wrong way. This child needed someone to look at her, listen to what she had to say and reassure her that she is loved.
Precious Daughters is excited to partner with local Portland ministries for three days of refreshing and restoration. We will be meeting new women of power and hearing old friends as we spend time seeking Jesus together.